Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 1004 - 729: Tell Me, Who Is the Father of the Child? _2

Chapter 1004: Chapter 729: Tell Me, Who Is the Father of the Child? _2

"Enough, damn it!"

Jora couldn’t help but roar.

"Shhh!"

"Keep it down, what if you scare the baby?" Dora said, looking gentle.

"Where’s the baby from? It hasn’t been that long!"

Jora tightened her grip on the staff in her hand.

At first, she was immensely relieved not to be the one pregnant.

Thinking about it seemed impossible, she had only been in contact with Roger for a short time, just a coincidence that she had to...

It was really just a usual passionate impulse, without even a base of affection between them, there was even a heap of hatred.

If she were pregnant with that man’s child, Jora thought she might wish to die; she would never allow herself to bring that child into the world.

But that emotion lasted only a few days; when she learned that Dora was determined to have the child, Jora almost felt like half the sky was falling.

"Are you insane?"

"You want to have a child for a man you’ve never met?" Even today, Jora could imagine her own fierce expression from that day.

"Who says we’ve never met?"

"Isn’t it that Roger? The girl I possessed was named Amanda, he obviously cared about her."

"Roger?"

"Geralt?"

Jora was infuriated, "What exactly is his name?"

"You don’t even know who he is." She sneered, "I really look forward to the day your child grows up, holds your hand, and asks about his father; how will you respond?!"

"This isn’t just my child, it’s ours!"

Dora’s gaze was fierce, yet she was staring at her sister.

"You want me to help raise him?"

"Don’t even think about it!"

She roared.

"Whatever, but I’m definitely having this child."

If the child had been in her own belly, Jora would have definitely found a way to abort him, but seeing her sister’s gentle yearning to become a mother, all her negative emotions vanished entirely.

She owed Dora too much, so in this matter, she really had no standing to force Dora to do anything.

Thus everything before that happened.

"Did you not feel it? When this small life is being nurtured, you can clearly feel its presence, that state of bloodline connection, soul merging."

"Did you feel nothing at all?"

Jora fell silent.

"Forget it, do whatever you want, you’ll never meet that man anyway; have the baby, and we’ll raise him together, let him inherit this world for us."

Jora could only surrender helplessly.

Time seemed to have lost its significance for him, apart from being high above, controlling the functions of this world, maybe adding a bit of spice to life wouldn’t be a bad thing.

"Hmph, I can raise the child, but how I train him is my business."

Jora squinted, "Hope this child never has a day where he meets his father."

The world barrier was under her control, but for some reason, there was a vague unease in Jora’s heart.

...

"Whew..."

In the depths of the forest, a figure was speeding ahead, but no matter how hard he tried, the pressure behind him was growing stronger and the distance between them was rapidly closing.

"It’s the Third Tier; that Havier actually has a Third Tier Transcendent beside him!"

After receiving Roger’s orders, Ox had tried every method to get close to Havier, but what he hadn’t expected was not long after they met, a powerful impact had knocked him flying.

Without any hesitation, he rolled and fled from the room, instantly rushing towards the distant woods, employing all the secrecy techniques he had learned within the Inspection Bureau.

Just when he thought he was safely escaping the pursuit, the force in the sky reminded him that it was all just an illusion.

The other side hadn’t killed him, merely trying to lure a bigger catch.

Both his body and soul were squeezed to the limit, but the distance between him and the pursuer didn’t change one bit, meaning the situation was completely in the hands of the other.

Just as Ox was feeling somewhat desperate, a familiar voice resonated within his soul, "Drink that blue potion, guide this force, and leave the rest to me."

"Sir!"

Ox was overjoyed, took out the prized potion, and in the midst of running, he bit off the bottle neck without caring about shards piercing his cheeks, and gulped down all the liquid inside.

The scorching liquid flowed into his body, and Ox felt as if a burning hot iron rod was directly inserted from his mouth into his stomach.

He let out a painful roar, but quickly, his vision blurred, and insignificant noises flooded his ears; everything around seemed to slow immensely.

Taking a step forward, Ox levitated entirely, while branches tore his clothes, leaving barely noticeable marks on the surface of his skin.

"What kind of power is this?!"

Ox was stunned, he felt that the current him could easily pierce through a tree as thick as an adult!

It seemed even the pursuer behind him could be effortlessly killed.

"Calm down, the potion’s effect is limited, it can barely let you unleash one or two attacks of the Third Tier, but you’re too weak now to handle much outbreak." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Roger said leisurely.

"The most important thing is your soul, for a Third Tier Transcendent, their bodies are not the point."

"Keep running, this time you are the prey, but next time, who knows."

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